Four young men find themselves immortal in the first century A.D., the time of the Emperors Augustine, Nero, and Caligula; of Jesus; of the fall of the Jewish Temple; and of the end of Pompeii. What will happen as they realize their lovers—soulmates—will die and they will not?
Join writer Daniel Lockheart in the 21st century, as he unravels the 2,000-year-old story of Lucas, Alexander, Justus, and Mattius in book 1 of The Saved Man series.
Rising from the couch, Lucas stood by a window near the desk. His rich
baritone voice interrupted Daniel’s thoughts. “I would not want to
be a research specimen. Or to be looked upon as a space alien or a
merman.” Yet Lucas knew he had the advantage of Daniel’s isolation
and lack of ambition. “You seem settled. I will tell you my story.”
He pointed to the computer. “To write down.” He leaned against the
desk and crossed his arms, as if settling down for a long chat.
“It’s time to set it down.”
Daniel considered the opportunity that Lucas was offering him. A one of
a kind story, an impossible story, yet true.
Why not? Things had not worked out with Trina, even though he had tried
very hard. He loved her very much. He sighed and returned to the
present. Here’s something that might give my life purpose.
Lucas spoke softly. “I could get the others to help.” He paused. He
had not seen Matt or Alexander or Justus for many years but he would
have no trouble finding them and bringing them to Daniel’s apartment.
Would they be as willing to share their story as Lucas was? But he had
decided. “Yes, it should be everyone’s story. Not only mine.”
Lucas had been conscious of his skin zipping itself back together,
faintly sounding of Rice Krispies in milk. The slash was fully healed.
From Chapter 13
When Ginevra and Alexander Met
Ginevra and Alexander had met, by chance, at the Forum in Rome. They
were drawn to each other like a morning glory to the sun.
The dark-haired, violet-eyed girl had stumbled into him—her sandal
caught on a paving stone—and knocked the two of them into a stand of
pomades and gourds. A variety of pomades tumbled to the ground around
them, and the two young people—they were only fifteen—scrambled to
pick them up, tossing them back onto the display table. Yet he only
caught her scent: fresh air and grapes.
Dizzy, now, he had to catch the edge of the stand to stand upright. He
was centuries away from understanding how pheromones could affect him
but he was experiencing it now. He moved his shoulder bag, the one he
was to bring pomegranates home in, to below his waist in front of him.
After catching his breath, Alexander had asked, “Do you come here
She glanced around for her mother, who was several stands away. “Each
week,” she replied to his question.
“They are pretty.” He nodded toward the ceramic and leather
containers, which contained spices and herbs. Some were colorful with
feathers or quilted silk. He wanted to say, you are pretty.
“I like this one,” she said, holding a brightly colored one up to
“Myrtle.” He picked up a white one, round, made of fine leather on a
small linked gold chain and sniffed it. “Hyacinths.” He handed the
stallkeeper some coins and handed the pomade to her. “A scent that
reminds me of your eyes.” His mouth was so dry he could barely speak.
“I cannot accept . . .” She shook her head. Her face was framed with
He wrapped her fingers around the object. They gasped at the touch. He
knew he had to leave.
“I will watch for you next week then. Here. This time.” He walked
away trying to hide his slight limp; his body still was not cooperating
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